But this time, I fought back. With all the strength I had, I wrenched my hand free.
Hayden froze, momentarily stunned, as if he had never expected the once-docile me to resist.
Tears streamed down my face, but my voice did not waver. "Hayden, listen to me," I said. "Audrey's scandal three years ago had nothing to do with me!"
I drew in a shuddering breath. "You want a divorce? Fine, I agree. But this child is mine. You have no right to take it away."
His jaw clenched, but I didn't stop. Three years ago, I had already loved Hayden for four years. I had watched as he fell for Audrey, a poor scholarship student and pursued her fiercely.
He had thrown her an extravagant birthday party, sparing no expense, gathering all the elites in our circle, making a grand spectacle of his love. I had stood in the shadows that night, watching him smile at her the way I wished he would smile at me.
But something went wrong.
The drinks were spiked. Hayden, Audrey and I were all drugged.
And that night, Hayden spent it with me.
Audrey unexpectedly lost her innocence to a bartender.